All Chapters of Alpha Thomas: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“A virgin's blood from Augur lineage, just old enough to give consent." Thomas recited the curse aloud, letting them both mull over its meaning. "Virgin blood will grant you freedom; this is the curse we bestow upon you." He observed Hera chatting with Keia. "If Hera needs to consent, then The Gitana can't use force. How can she make her agree?" "She can't. Not without some mind control. Hera's got a strong will and is unlikely to fall for any trick The Gitana tries." "Maybe," Thomas said quietly. "Damn it, she seems so sure of herself. Like everything's going just as she planned." "True," Gelo replied nervously. Hera seized the chance to stroll through the vendors during the break. At least, that’s what she told Keia. In reality, she was scanning the crowd for Thomas. "Looking for someone?" his voice came from behind her. She grinned but didn’t turn around. Instead, she stood on her tiptoes to peek over the crowd. "Just a tall, dark, and handsome guy. You wouldn’t

Lightning flashed across the clear sky, surprising everyone in the crowd. The rope felt warm and began to glow. He trembled as a part of his very being lifted away from him and connected with her. If Thomas hadn’t been holding her, Hera would have collapsed as the sensation washed over her. “It’s okay, trust me. Everything will be alright,” Thomas communicated to her silently. He lifted her veil, noticing her eyes turn smoky as he leaned in closer. Another flash of lightning lit up the sky just as their lips met. Their kiss was more than just a simple touch; it ignited something deep within them. She sighed into him as he wrapped her in his arms, both of them aware that their lives had changed forever. The men pulled Thomas aside to help him take off his armor, while Gelo questioned him. Meanwhile, Hera was surrounded by women who gently removed her veil and styled her hair. Keia, caught up in the moment, snapped photos and wiped away her happy tears. Aurora emerged from t

The room was pretty dark when Hera woke up, except for the flickering light from the peat and coal burning in the hearth. The fresh scent of rain filled the air, and she loved how a good summer storm could boost her mood. Those storms were a rare treat in Southern Fabrice. With her eyes still closed, she took her time waking up, cozying up under a pile of blankets in her soft, inviting bed.When she finally opened her eyes, she noticed the nightgown covering her arms. Normally, she just wore a t-shirt to bed, so it felt strange to have sleeves all the way down to her wrists. Hera lifted her arm, confused by the fabric. “Well, that’s odd,” she thought as she closed her eyes again, “it’s been a weird few days.”Suddenly, memories of the last few days rushed back to her, and she shot up in bed, scanning the room. The walls were made of stone, the kind you’d expect on the outside of a house, not inside. The fireplace across the room barely radiated any warmth, and the air was thick with

A spot in the carpet was starting to wear down from all the times Hera plopped down on it. No matter how hard she tried, she could only stay seated for a few minutes before getting restless. Luckily, the room was spacious enough for her to walk around a bit. She could hear people moving about outside her door. When Thomas strolled by, his thoughts were so loud that she couldn’t help but yell, “Get the hell out!” Nobody really talked to her. Even the maid who brought her food just kept quiet. The poor woman barely looked up as she came in, but Hera caught her sneaking a glance at her from the corner of her eye.  Hera figured the maid was probably judging her for wearing shorts and a t-shirt instead of the dresses laid out for her. Outside, she could hear the maid chatting with Lilian. Their hushed voices were filled with concern about what Hera was eating—or not eating. Lilian had give

Thomas leaned on her as they made their way up the stairs, and she guided him into his room, which was just across from hers. When Megan spotted them, she quickly followed. “Get me hot water and clean cloths,” Hera instructed. Once they were alone in his room, Hera helped him pull off his chain mail and tunic. Sitting there bare from the waist up, he let her examine his body, which had small holes scattered across it. Blood was seeping out, making it tough for her to see the extent of the injuries. Megan soon came back with the items Hera had asked for. Upon seeing Thomas half-dressed, she quickly looked away, her cheeks flushing like a shy girl. Hera rolled her eyes at Megan's reaction and waved her off. Thomas shot her a quick smile, but she barely noticed as she began to clean him up. She soaked the cloth, wrung it out, and gently dabbed it on his wounds. When he flinched at her touch, she paused and warned him, “This is going to sting. Just try to stay still.” He watched h